Are we what we pretend to be?

Dully, she watched him as he wobbled his way toward the bed.  As was usual, without any preamble, he grabbed her. She went in position.  The deed done. Almost immediately, he was snoring. “Is this Marital rape?”

Logical Explanations Missing!

As he turned one, he learnt to stand up, holding Turning two, he spoke in grunts By the time he was three he was hyperactive At the age of four, he seemed to be restless Something amiss!

A Thoughtful Reflection

Self-doubt is something which has troubled me the most, most of my lifetime, for anything and everything I did, or I decided.  Gotten caught in the vicious trap, life always seemed to be in a turmoil. But

Sweet Bitter Forgetfulness

Sweet Bitter Forgetfulness “Won’t you be home for dinner?” She asked “Nope, I have a party tonight,” he said and disconnected the call. Mom, Gonna have dinner with friends, her mobile beeped Okay dear. Be careful. I’ll

Sunday Photo Fiction – The end

He called out for her for, for his morning tea. She was neither to be seen nor be heard. But he was yet to know about the wreck. The wait would not be long now, she thought

Sunday photo fiction – Part 3

It seemed to be one of the longest and scariest nights to her. The heavy rains had engulfed the town by now. Confusions had almost settled. Perching herself on the balcony railing she glanced in both the

The most important question in life

The cool pleasant silence of the house seeped into every cell of her being. This was her, ‘me time’, the time to introspect about dodged situations of life, guilt rides, regrets, unfulfillments, and discontentment. Walking to her most

Sunday Photo Fiction – Part 2

One by one, events surfaced as she struggled to recollect. “Terrace organic gardening!?” He had questioned her before breaking into ripples of laughter learning about her new-found interest. “, What’s so funny about it?” she had retorted

Sunday Photo Fiction – Bicycles

She raised herself up, holding the railings. The downpour continued from the dark sky. But something amiss! She looked around. The cycles were parked as it was, a while ago. What was happening, her mind struggled to

Women’s day

Dearest Self, It’s been a long time Since we last met It’s me, hope you remember Your long-forgotten self. Dancing to the tunes of times Tending to the needs of your dear ones You did not tire